His outstretched hand that's still touching Charlie's skin is beginning to burn badly enough that he can feel the pain even through his concentration on remaining calm, but he's not moving his hand, not until Charlie stops shouting and blowing smoke and hissing, not until Ned is out of the room and River is gone with him, not until he's absolutely certain that everyone is done with this confrontation.

At River's words, he turns to her and nods firmly. "We accept," he says, careful not to say that Charlie accepts on his own because, really, there's no way he would -- and Charlie doesn't like being spoken for. But the two of them together? Yes, they can certainly agree to those terms. Maybe other shiny things will distract Charlie's attention enough that he doesn't go after Ned again. Meyer can hope. He understands where River's coming from, understands what it means to protect family -- or those one considers family -- in this way. He wouldn't have done any different, had the roles been reversed.

There's only the slightest evidence of pain on his face as he speaks again, his tight grip on Charlie not loosening at all even as his tone remains almost conversational. "I think that's settled, then. A fair outcome for all of us." All there remains left to see is whether Charlie agrees or not; and whether he does or doesn't is almost a moot point: Ned won't be his victim.